There was a time in life when life was so bad that I had to go to bed at seven every night. Not simply because the monastery had trained me to go to bed early, but because my head hurt and the backs of my eyes were full with tears. It was just too much to stay up too long. I turned on the jazz station and no angels sang to me, but Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan and Miles Davis healed me. I would sink into that music, and it was my medicine.